Falling For My Dying Billionaire Novels & Stories

Back then, I had smiled and told him, "Alright then. When you become a billionaire, I'll be right there to applaud you." Now, he had actually done it. He stood at the pinnacle of the world, a revered billionaire. But the girl who promised to cheer for him had been pushed into the abyss of death by his own hands. "No... no..." Kael shook his head frantically, snot and tears streaming down his face, sobbing without a shred of dignity. "I don't want to be a billionaire... I just want you alive!" "Elara, take it back... wake up and tell me yourself!"

"I don't like messes. Eighty-seven days left." I didn't look back. I walked out into the crisp morning air, leaving the billionaire CEO kneeling in the wreckage of his own arrogance, completely paralyzed by the realization that he had fallen madly in love with a woman who no longer existed.

How did everything fall apart so quickly? For the past three weeks, I have been noticing strange symptoms… symptoms that I couldn’t ignore any longer, no matter how hard I tried… and my husband, Drake Blackwood, didn’t care enough to notice even if I drew my last breath in front of him. I could still hear his voice from that morning, laced with that familiar irritation, sharp and impatient. “Isabella, just take your pills, please. I can't afford any complications.” “What complications, Drake?” “Nothing.”

No feelings, no love, no fucking nothing! This hurts me like a double-edged sword cutting through my flesh. So much so, but I will get used to it in no time. I will. This life is sometimes so unfair. Or maybe I am the one who was stupid enough to allow myself to fall for a billionaire like him. A man of such pedigree. My! What was I thinking? No, rephrase that. Was I even thinking at all? A billionaire falling for his poor maid? Ooh, come on, dear self! Learn to set your eyes on things within your standards.

I can’t even cry, the tears stay trapped, burning behind my eyes, refusing to fall and what finally pulls me back is Anastasia’s voice. She’s talking now, excited, animated going on about what it feels like to be married to the biggest and youngest billionaire in the world. Her voice grates against my ears and every word feels like a jab. A reminder and mockery, that’s when I’ve had enough, I grab the remote and turn off the TV abruptly, the room plunging back into silence. The silence is heavy but it’s better than having to endure that and I lean back in my chair, staring at nothing.

But I didn't. This man wasn't my father. He was just a cruel person looking for power. Killing his own family. "Lily, don't look." Ace whispered. But I did look. I just couldn't look away when he fired at him. Valtor staggered a bit, losing his balance and falling down the roof. "No!" I shouted running forward to stop him from falling but was snatched back. "Lily, stop it!" Ace said wrapping his arms around me. Tears blurred my vision as I saw him falling. Why was I crying? Who was I crying for? The person who took everything from me? But why did it feel like I lost the last piece of my family.

Natalie's POV: Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road. My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage. I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world. But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.

and I broke her. "It's okay. Cry." As I sat there with Bo, I realized I had lost her forever. The only person I allowed myself to love fully and who loved me back. It's over, we both fell and it hurt us in the end. The Falling of us.

He dropped heavily to his knees right there on the shattered glass of the penthouse floor. He had billions of dollars. He had a private army. He had completely destroyed Julian. But none of it mattered. His fists and his wealth were entirely useless. "No," Lucian choked out, a raw, agonizing, deeply broken sob tearing violently from his throat. Hot, desperate tears spilled freely from his pitch black eyes, landing heavily on his blood stained shirt. "No. She is dying. My Queen is dying, and I cannot save her." Seeing the most dangerous, ruthless billionaire in the world completely break down and weep openly on the floor sent a chill down the spine of every single hardened man in the room. Ev

Her family had turned their backs on her when she needed them the most. *** An hour later, a nurse entered the room. “Ms. Newton, I’m afraid you’ve been discharged.” Elarie blinked in confusion, still shaken from the conversation with her father. “What? Discharged? I… I don’t understand.” The nurse nodded. “I’m sorry, but your hospital bills haven’t been paid. And no one has come forward to cover them.” Panic flooded Elarie’s chest. “No, that can’t be right. I have money, I saved up—” She reached for her bag, frantically searching for the pouch she had kept her savings in. But as her fingers fumbled through the fabric, her heart sank.